He’d moved his stuff from the hotel to their place the day before, and when they’d all drifted off into exhausted, sated sleep, it felt good to know he had nowhere else to be. Just there. With them. In the morning, he recognized how dangerous those thoughts were. What the fuck was he doing? Why had he agreed to stay with them? This was getting so much deeper than he’d even contemplated, but ultimately where could it go? No fucking where. That’s where. His gut cramped as he lay there, gradually rising to wakefulness from the depths of sleep. Chris and Kassidy continued to sleep, Kassidy between them as usual. Yet it felt like somewhere. It felt like home. Confusion twisted inside him. He had to start being honest with himself about what he wanted. Coming back to Chicago had been all about Chris—seeing him again, finding out if things had changed. Instead, he’d found Chris in a serious relationship with a woman, which had told him—no, things hadn’t changed. And yet, Dag found himself changing.
